Early morning, Windows speak. Pianos play and the devil dreams. Spins a tale, we all go round. Turning, turning, and I fall down. Early morning, Windows break. Moonlight glistens and bodies stray. Haunting rhythm, broken speech. It all occurs when I feign my sleep. Early morning, Wind blows calm. All for one, but none for all. Nightmares seek, lighting the way. Mirrors are shown, night to day. Early morning, Wind picks up. The sands of time have filled my cup. Once a beggar, always used. Pianos play, possessions and tools.
~Ayesha
CHaotic! It seems to take you on a journey. Very nicely written!!!!
ReplyDeleteOH FUCK!!! OH HOLY FUCK>>i was literally screaming if you can believe...once i read this..
ReplyDeletei mean..every second..every word got me inching closer..and closer to the screen..and i was WOWED every damn time..every time.. LOved it..loved it like crazy... and i NEED to be fed more.
I loved how it time spaced, and each rhyme was beautiful and smooth. Just lovely really, just a broken glass with a shine of lovely. <--if that made sense.
ReplyDeletei think i like the broken glass bit...
ReplyDeletebeing used so much, you'd think a person would get used to it, right?
right...
thanks guys. =]